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Monthly Bundle Sample, Boxwooder 365, p.7 
"At this point, I knew I had done all that I could for them so I went to the far
end of the stables, and there I fashioned myself a bed of straw, and to turn
away the chill of the night, I covered myself with some badly worn horse and
camel blankets that had been discarded by former guests of the inn. They
weren’t too comfortable nor did they smell very good, but at least they kept
me reasonably warm.
"By now, the night was bathed in silence. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but sleep would not come. I lay there thinking of the mysterious glow that seemed to shine from the woman’s very beautiful face. Then before an hour had passed, the still and quiet of the night was suddenly interrupted by the cry of what I presumed was the newborn baby. "I lay there about an hour wondering about the child. All the while my curiosity kept building and building inside me; finally it got the better of me, and I bounded out of my crudely fashioned bed and ran to their stall, and sure enough, there lying in the stall’s manger, filled with soft hay, was the tiny babe. The child had been carefully wrapped in soft and silky looking materials which I’m sure the woman had brought with her among her things. What a tender and beautiful sight it was. The whole stall was aglow with a warm and mysterious light.
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